A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To

And How His Audit Stands Who Knows, Save Heaven?

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.

My Wits Begin To Turn.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.

I Will Through And Through Cleanse The Foul Body Of Th' Infected World, If They Will Patiently Receive My Medicine.